the last few weeks has seen much drama and i'm not ready to admit that i have been overwhelmed. tears are easily shed, but the wounds not as readily forgotten. while the pain of rebuilding a life with the people around you bearing witness to your foolishness makes it all the harder to keep your resolve, it is also supposed to strengthen it.
unfortunately, pressure and i have never really boded well.
perhaps it is the freedom that came from carefree relationships, a lighthearted approach to life that i found after moving out and the last crippling heartache that rendered me incapable of caring.. but of course, that's no excuse. frankly, it's the routine chain-reaction that i've set of with a series of misguided choices that i've grown sick of.
never been one for chiding myself, or wallowing, but this time, i suppose misery really does seem a fitting punishment.
rinse and fucking repeat.
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